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My Carving of Prillar-Guri
by G. Louis Heath

My Prillar-Guri Carving, August, 2016

Prillar-Guri, heroine of Norwegian freedom, stands on a
shelf overlooking the Gudbrandsdal Valley in my living

room. She keeps vigil over my recliner in her carved birch,
four-inch-tall likeness, dressed in a bunad, the provincial

costume, blowing her famous horn. She blew the notes in
1612 to sound the alarm that an army of Scots was invading

by stealth, a hungry, kilted cat, muscles tensed to pounce. Her
notes echo today, through valleys where freedom is in danger.

I take care to polish Prillar-Guri often, so her bright shine never
dims. Dust must never collect on her, ever. My grandparents,

emigrants from Norway, told me so, when I first learned to talk.

AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: My Prized Carving Of Prillar-Guri (August, 2016).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  G. Louis Heath, Ph.D., Berkeley, 1969, is Professor Emeritus, Ashford University, Clinton, Iowa. His Norwegian relatives live in Trondheim, Oslo, Arendal, and on scattered farms throughout Norway. He studied in Scandinavia during the academic year, 1964-1965. His M.A. thesis is titled, “Student Unionism at the University of Uppsala.”

LimarevDavid by Michelangelo

Three poetic texts about time, beauty, but not only…
by Alexander Limarev

Part One
(Epigraph Included)

          So God created man in his own image,
           in the image of God created he him;
           male and female created he them.
                    The Holy Bible. Genesis 1:27 (King James Version)

          And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground,
           and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
           and man became a living soul.
                    The Holy Bible. Genesis 2:7 (King James Version)

God created man in one day.
In the image of God He created him.
We can only guess,
How aesthetically perfect
Was that man, created by God,
Before his fall, I mean.
In the Old Testament, Genesis, Chapter 1, there is a verse:

31 And God saw every thing that he had made,
and, behold, it was very good.
And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.

We believe it.
And there is nothing to be added.

As for the time, we must note,
That astronomical time of the Old Testament,
Especially concerning creation of visible world,
Does not correspond to modern time.
To sum it up:
Dust of the ground,
One day,
Perfect man.

Part Two

Times not that old.
The very beginning of XVI century.
Renaissance. Florence.
Michelangelo Buonarroti begins and,
In about four years,
Finishes his “David”.
Marble sculpture of King David of the Old Testament,
Believed to be a culmination of human genius.
To sum it up:
Four years,
Marble copy of man.

Part Three

In this case it is all too plain and trivial.
Though there is, without any doubt,
Some private pathos of this event,
Mystery of impregnation, mystery of birth,
Joy of fatherhood, joy of motherhood and stuff.
Just like it is today.
But still.
Second half of XX century.
The USSR, already not Russia.
A big industrial city…
(there can be further details to infinity).
But let’s be brief…
A boy is born in a natural way,
As hundreds of billions of men before him,
Descendants of those, Old Testament Adam and Eve,
Expelled from the Garden of Eden.
To sum it up:
A couple of heterogeneous humans,
In a natural way,
Nine months,
Not David,

Facts only, nothing personal.

PHOTO: The author in 1978.

STATUE: “David” by Michelangelo (1501–1504).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alexander Limarev is a freelance artist, mail art artist, poet, and curator from Russia who has participated in more than 400 international projects and exhibitions. His artworks are part of private and museum collections in 58 countries. His artworks as well as poetry have been featured in various online publications including TIME FOR A VISPO, EXPOESIA VISUAL EXPERIMENTAL #9, #10, #11, #12, THE NEW POST-LITERATE: A GALLERY OF ASEMIC WRITING, BAA:BE:L, NOTHING AND INSIGHT, FOFFOF, SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION LANGUAGE IMAGE LAB, FOOOM, POEZINE, DEGU A JOURNAL OF SIGNS #1, EXIXTERE, ffoOom #2, CHERNOVIK #27, THE WHITE RAVEN #11, UNDERGROUNDBOOKS.ORG, ŎŎŏŏŏ #1, BOEK861, TIP OF THE KNIFE #15, #17, #20, #24, BUKOWSKI ON WRY (Silver Birch Press), BUKOWSKI ERASURE POETRY ANTHOLOGY (Silver Birch Press), SELF-PORTRAIT POETRY COLLECTION (Silver Birch Press), KIOSKO (libera, skeptika, transkultura) #7, #8,MICROLIT #7, #8, METAZEN, BLACKBIRD #11, ZOOMOOZOPHONE REVIEW #1, #2, #3, #4, M58, ICONIC LIT, and SIMULACRO8.

The Fallen Caryatid Carrying her Stone circa 1880-1, cast 1950 by Auguste Rodin 1840-1917
Fallen Caryatid Carrying Her Stone
by Shari Zollinger

They think I simply bear the weight of courtyard
talk like any good girl would, with silence.
They think I don’t see them catch my
burnished body in its soft contortion
only to claim it a pose of pity.
A girl taken down by a block of stone.
I do not open my eyes. I alone
know the reason for infinite sitting.

What happens when you listen to a stone
for a bronze age? You finally make out
its language. Each weighty measure and tone
so paradoxically soft—what’s not known
is that I am poised to stand and shout
that I have found my name. That I am home.

IMAGE: “Fallen Caryatid Carrying Her Stone,” sculpture by Auguste Rodin (1840-1917).

EDITOR’S NOTE: A caryatid is a sculpted female figure serving as an architectural support, taking the place of a column or a pillar.

Bio Pic

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Native of Utah, Shari Zollinger has a BS in History from Utah State University. She spent six years living in Taiwan, part of that time spent attending the Stanford Inter-University Program for Chinese Language Studies in Taipei. Her love of language has directly inspired her work as a poet. Her poems have appeared in the Sugar House Review, Redactions: Poetry and Poetics, and The Desert Voice. She is currently working on a manuscript inspired by the works of Auguste Rodin. This poem  comes from this work.

During the Charles Bukowski’s Los Angeles Esotouric tour on July 13th (see this post), the participants heard from fellow passenger Tim Youd — a performance artist who told us about his upcoming “regional conceptualism” event: Charles Bukowski’s Post Office performance (starting July 17th in downtown Los Angeles).


WHAT TO EXPECT: Tim Youd will perform the entirety of Charles Bukowski‘s 1971 novel Post Office on an Underwood Champion typewriter in the parking lot of the Terminal Annex Post Office where Bukowski sorted mail for fourteen years.  The final day of the performance will coincide with the 2013 edition of Perform Chinatown.  For that, Youd will relocate to the Coagula Curatorial gallery in Chinatown to finish the performance.

To commemorate the performance, the Coagula Curatorial gallery has created a limited edition print of Youd’s self-portrait that depicts him reading Bukowski’s Post Office. During the performances, there will be two ways to acquire a limited edition print — via a Bukowski trivia raffle or by showing the artist a Bukowski tattoo.

WHAT: Tim Youd performs Charles Bukowski‘s Post Office on an Underwood Champion typewriter

WHERE: Terminal Annex Post Office, 900 N Alameda St, Los Angeles, CA 90012

WHEN: Wednesday, July 17th – Saturday, July 27th, 2013

TIME: 11 a.m. – 4 p.m. each day

ABOUT THE ARTIST: Fresh from his critically acclaimed typing performance of Henry Miller‘s Tropic of Capricorn at both the Pulse Art Fair and on the Brooklyn sidewalk outside of Miller’s boyhood home, Tim Youd is continuing his page-turning performances all over the country.  Dubbed “regional conceptualism,” Youd performs the works in locales geographically related to either the author’s life or the plot of the novel.  Utilizing the same make and model typewriter used by the author in its original creation, Youd types the novel on a single page run through the machine over and over.  With each exhibition, Youd also constructs a tangible visual companion piece to marry with every performance, consisting of his sculpted typewriter “portraits” as well as a self-portrait of himself reading the performed works. Upcoming performances will feature the work of Kurt Vonnegut (Indianapolis), Philip K. Dick (Santa Ana, California), and Henry Miller (Paris).